The Only True Love Poem by Sian Macleod

There were highs
There were lows
There was excitement
There was boredom
There were moments filled with love
And moments filled with hate
Moments I regret
Moments I am glad I didn't forget
But as I lie here and watch it pass
As if like a film behind my aged eyelids
I know I wouldn't have changed a thing
Because I can't change me
I don't want to, you know
Because I quite like the woman that little girl became
I quite like who she made me
Many deathbeds spark confessions
This is mine
I spent my whole life complaining about my flaws
But one thing is true
I love me